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Inserting the key, I turn the knob, entering the dark, empty cabana. Before I have a chance to flip the light switch or think another thought, an arm reaches out and grabs me. I’m about to firmly remove said arm, maybe practice those martial arts skills I taught myself just as I hear a voice. It’s the most melodic music to my ears, like a symphony of hushed major harmonies. “Kiss me. Now. I’ve been waiting for this all night,” she whispers, as if we’re hiding from someone.
Ah, fuck yes.
And what kind of gentleman would I be to not oblige?
Using my free arm, I slam the door closed while she yanks me against her delicate body. It only takes an instant for my dick to come to full attention. In a swift, quick motion, I have her wrist in my hand. The room’s completely dark, the door fitting the frame like a glove, the windows covered by blackout curtains. There are no cracks in the entire room for light to seep through.
Relying only on my senses and memory of the room, I pin her to the side wall and do what I’ve only fantasized about in my wettest of dreams. Opening my mouth, I insert one of her fingers, then suck and savor the salty sweetness of her skin. She moans, and I pull harder as I ram my hips into hers. Releasing her, I unzip my wet pants, then hike her skirt. Reaching down, I’m prepared to yank her panties off and shove them in my pocket as a souvenir to remember this moment forever, but instead my fingers brush against her bare pussy. Fucking yes. Wet, warm, inviting Cammie. I strum her thigh before inserting a finger into her pussy. The instant access has my heart pounding, my cock throbbing, begging for release. Fuck, she’s hot. Hotter than I ever imagined, and I didn’t think that was possible.
I pick her up with the intention of hoisting her right on my dick, but instead push her against the door. She wraps her legs around my waist as my lips slam into hers. This wasn’t exactly how I’d planned our first time together. While I want so badly to take full advantage of this opportunity, to release a lifetime’s dose of want in a quickie, the need for her is feral. I want to treasure our moment. So, I slow it down, savoring and prolonging every lick of her neck and every suck of her tender earlobes. Her ass perfectly fills my palms. She tangles her hands in my hair, controlling my head, demanding deeper and deeper kisses. Fuck, does she even have a gag reflex? My dick twitches thinking about her mouth around it, taking it all in. Our teeth clash, but I don’t care. Fuck, yes. This is what I have been waiting for. My lids close and my eyes roll in the back of my head.
I can’t wait another second to see if we fit together the way I’ve always imagined. As I continue to kiss her, to hold her, to deal with the pain of my cock growing larger and harder with each touch, I push my hips further into her, pinning her to the wall. I release a hand, grabbing my wallet for a condom. What words are adequate for how much this means to me?
Hers, of course.
“You said you’d been waiting for this all night, but, baby, I’ve been waiting for this my entire life.”